How did you find out Santa wasn’t real?
I never thought he was real.
From the time I was born until my father married my Catholic step-mother when I was seven, Christmas wasn’t my holiday. My holiday was Chanukah with the eight presents stuffed into the closet in the utility room and my brother and I lighting the menorah and then picking one to open that night.
So my first Christmas was when I was 7. And as my brother and step-sister and I were trying to go to sleep, there was a lot of banging going on upstairs (my dad and his family lived in a reverse condo with the sleeping area downstairs and the living areas up-stairs) so I got out of bed and went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled up to please keep it down.
My dad’s response? “We’re putting the presents out!”
So much for Santa. 😀
I hope everyone had a lovely and peaceful holiday this year and that everyone has a fantastic 2015.
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